Show & Tell
Show & Tell

Mick Jenkins ft. Freddie Gibbs - Show & Tell Lyrics

In a lyrical odyssey where introspection meets gritty realism, Mick Jenkins and Freddie Gibbs craft a testament to authenticity and self-reliance. Jenkins kicks things off, reflecting on outgrowing stagnant relationships and sidestepping the allure of… Read more

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Show & Tell Lyrics

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I had to show niggas
Wasn't even trying to outgrow niggas
Sometimes you just outgrow niggas

One degree of separation these days
No hesitation, I just be a bit more patient these days
Niggas think we racing, Grand Theft Auto
Five-star chasing shit wasted but time
Throwing tomatoes, can't catch up, nigga, I came from behind
Nigga, I made up my mind, can't give a fuck 'bout a list
Which end we burning it at?
Loading up magazines, like, where the real journalists at?
Opinions quickly turn into trash, we flippin' the page
Penny saved, money age like grapes
Nigga, we getting fermented bags
Tell 'em I stay on my grind like I had permanent fronts
Say I kill multiple games, AAU tournament stunts
Woo, I'm turning me up
Been lowkey as fuck
Whole Foods in the hood just started opening up
Copious smoke coming out, blunt is the dope rolling up
Sugarcoats just a faux pride, know the truth won't give a fuck

I'ma have to show these niggas, I can't tell 'em shit
Too much talking and you sounding like you selling shit
I'ma have to show these niggas, I'ma have to
I'ma have to show these niggas, I'ma have to
Ayy, ayy
You gon' have to show me, nigga, can't just tell me shit
Too much talking and you sounding like you selling shit
You gon' have to show me, nigga, you gon' have to (shit)
You gon' have to

(Freddie) you gon' have to
I'ma have to show these niggas, I can't tell 'em shit
Bought a semi-truck, fuck a Bentley
I was sick of mailin' shit, sellin' shit
Vice lord, I was wheelin' shit
Every bitch a nigga fuck wanna have my baby, I should go celibate
Nigga fuck that 'cause I freak hoes by the bundle
Undercover lover, got a couple 'Cali bitches, like my Valley bitches
And my Blood bitches in the jungle
Yeah, a nigga rap but I ain't in the rap game
'Cause this rap shit'll take you under
Put you in the dirt and then they throw the flowers on you
When you're dead laying in the gutter
Gotta bring it back, baby (back, baby)
I be forgettin' some of y'all crack babies
Bitches do their best to try to tear me down
Living legend status where I'm at, baby
Against the odd and put it on the map, baby
Fear involves streets to the joint (yeah)
Big Rabbit, I'll bounce on a bitch
City boys up a hundred points, nigga, what?
Yeah, breaking these hoes
One of these days one of these hoes gon' break your trust, yeah
Dippin' and dippin' they turnin' to traffickin'
Real niggas gettin' locked up, yeah
Frontin' my nigga a package I know that my package might get fucked up, yeah
Helping these niggas
One of these days one of these niggas gon' break your trust, yeah
Fuck yeah

Hm
You gon' have to pardon my fascination with niggas' exaggerations
It's definitely no lack of imagination
And at the same time, so much to be desired
They spend so much to be desired
Need new noise
We them Hebrew boys that walk straight in that fire
Umpire said safe
Way that I'm sliding, he lyin', I can't be
Wait it, I write it, I gotta be playwright
Way that they folding, it's gotta be laundry day, right?
It's always weird when actors get stage fright
I'm burnin' this sage like Kyrie on game night
You know niggas don't do what they say, right?

You gon' have to show me, nigga
You gon' have to

Writer(s): Jayson Jenkins, Fredrick Jamel Tipton
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Missing Link Music, Hipgnosis Songs Group
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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What is the Meaning of Show & Tell?

In a lyrical odyssey where introspection meets gritty realism, Mick Jenkins and Freddie Gibbs craft a testament to authenticity and self-reliance. Jenkins kicks things off, reflecting on outgrowing stagnant relationships and sidestepping the allure of superficial validation. His bars resonate with a patient wisdom, conveying that true progress comes from within, amidst Grand Theft Auto references and searing social critiques. Gibbs jumps in with tales of street hustle and resilience. His narrative weaves through vice and virtue, contrasting fleeting triumphs with deep trust issues. He underscores the perils of fame and the fragility of connections, warning against the illusions of rap fame while flying the flag for realness. Both artists converge on the idea that words are cheap; true essence must be shown, not told. This anthem is a call for transparency, coupled with a sharp dismissal of pretense. #KeepItReal #ShowDontTell

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